Faerie Spelling Novels & Stories

"One rule my Lord. Never trust a dirt faerie. I just need his nail and blood, I will be able to reverse that spell." Elizabeth the Clan healer appeared bowing her head in a sign of respect. "Young Lord I called my mate and asked her here to figure out if there's a way to break the memory fog spell." "Unfortunately that one dear is complex. I have been reading book and old journals, so far what I know is that the spell weakens. Worry not my Lord I will figure it out, right now we need to break the binding spell." "How?" "Anceint magic. Get me the dirty fairies blood and a nail too, I need to know what spell he used. I still have a bit of Kade's blood from the blood test to perform this withou

I take a deep breath and hope that she will be okay with who I am. “My family has been protectors of the Royal family for centuries. We're called fae, which is a word for fairy. “What are you saying, fairies are real? I thought fairies had wings and were way smaller, “Zayla demanded. “Well, yes, they can there are races of fairies, dwarf fae, pixies, etc, Zayla’s face fell in sheer shock “Wow “she stated unbelievable “Yes faes are stronger than fairies, we are taller than well, I have wings, we also have a hierarchy that is the same as the dragons, we have a king and queen our kingdom is In a different realm but my family is related to the Royal family of faes but my family specifically is w

Meanwhile, at Ethan’s home, Ethan and Fate sisters were checking in the golden book a solution to break the spell and come out of Ethan’s home. All they could see is images on each page with prose or puzzle. “I don’t think this will work. It will take us the whole night to understand the image and prose’ Clotho said “But we need to get out of here somehow. Alice is alone” Ethan said in a concerned voice “I know dear but this book is not helpful,” Atropos said while looking at the image of the mountain and sun. “I wish we could somehow undo the spell or go back the time before the spell was done”

“Ogham symbols of a Celtic variety, combined with Gaelic letters to form an Enochian invocation. It’s a faerie summoning.” My mouth dropped open, and heat rose to my cheeks. First he spoke Sumerian, and now he could translate the fae equivalent of runes. Griff had such a natural talent for esoteric languages. “Now do you believe me?” Moddey Dhoo had the nerve to resume sounding offended. “What ingredients do we need?” Griff asked. She rubbed the back of her neck. “Blood from someone who the faerie has wronged, cracked salt, and molten iron. Oh, and if you want to make it extra powerful, you’ll need a puff of royal breath.”

"I did not, Qara. I misjudged the severity of the prophecy. Get our senior faeries here to conjure a protection spell over the realm. Once it is safe, I believe I owe Selene a visit. She is the one that holds all of her solutions." Qara gathers the senior members around a table. The faeries hold hands, chanting a spell in Gaelic. Their magic surrounds them, intertwining around the table. The tendrils meet in the middle and shoot toward the sky. A shield begins to form above, spreading over the entire faerie community until a half bubble rests.

I grind out, but Arthur waves his hand at me in dismissal. “We had no proof, but when Ryatt came to me shortly after Queen Maeve’s stand against the Viper, I remembered something. Something from the time of the Firestone era, the banshee scream she described. Yes, that was it. You see, there are dozens of types of faeries, or at least, in the myths about them–water fae with their siren songs and elemental magic, fae with the ability to fly, to make flowers bloom, to paint the sky with stars and… rewrite memories.” Arthur looks directly at me. “Yes, just like you, High Lord of the Mystics.”

Ariandre explained, “the translation spell was extended.” “Cool,” Leesa said. She held out her hand, palm up, toward Fiona. The faerie flew over and landed lightly upon it. “It’s nice to be able to talk to you for real,” Leesa said. “I hope you didn’t mind all my flirting with Rave,” Fiona said. “It was all in good fun.” “Not at all,” Leesa replied. “Especially since you know that if it ever came to a contest between us, I’d turn you into faerie dust.” She grinned to make sure Fiona knew she was only joking.

“That would be a kindness, thank you Aurien.” “Fae often reverses the personal pronoun,” he leaned back in his chair. “And they are gender specific. So, when I say ‘I’ in Fae it is ‘ith’ and when you say it, it is ‘ithe’, and ‘you’ in male form is ‘sa’, and female ‘sie’. ‘I will teach you Fae’ in Fae, therefore for me speaking to you is ‘Fae tiarthe sie mar ith’, but for you it is ‘Fae tiarthe sa mar ithe.’”

What is it you desire? "A companion" {How can you speak the language of the fae? What are you?} "I am......." "My lady, it is time for us to enter the house. I'm opening the carriage now" Natalie whispered a spell and the fairy in her hands disappeared. She adjusted her gown and the carriage door was opened. A long red carpet was extended in front of her and at the bottom of the stairs stood her husband.

The werewolf princess inhaled sharply, “They exist?” “Of course. From Fairies comes Fae. Fae’s control elements, Fairies, are beings of magic. They bring life to our castle.” Sunitra explained. “These fairies are not exactly people. Their real form is magic; they take this humanoid form for fun and to make interactions clearer…which is useless because only fae people can understand fairies, regardless of which form they choose.” “Oh, they don't speak?” Odessa asked. “Nope. Just gestures.”